The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1887-08-04

Clsvsiasd Dreams.
We copy the following from the New
York Sa,, an independent Democrats,
paper:
"He dreamed that be was already in st
Louis and stood on the balcony OF thu
Southern Hotel. waiting for the procession
The streets below surged with enthusiAs
tic citizens. They oil threw mp they hat,
aud shouted; Grover Cleveland for 1881
1T sounded far oil, - shouts do In
dreams, yet the welcome words we're dis
tinctly Ineligible.
Then burst OF music announced that
the head OF the procession was neariog the
place where the president stood. The
guest OF the city started back Is II 10 sur.
prise. For 1t was not the rich blare OF 4
full brass band that he heard, bat the
sharp stsccato OF flies and drums play ing
q soldiers march.
"The crowd in the street separated
right aud left. Left! left leftl left
came the measured tread Of the marchers,
aud .ne head OF the mighty procession
swept by.
This WAS no carnival scene. The Pres :
dent looked down the long line, but not
a float or 3 barge or an allegoricsl tab
leau or decorated wagon was in sight. No
msskers. no mummers. Nothing but men
plainly dressed in blue, most Of them OF
middle age or beyond, marching always 10
grim earnest to the music Of fife and drum.
THE guest Of the city turned indignant
ly TO the chairman OF the committee OF
entertainment, who stood just behind him.
What does this mean? Is an insult in
tendedY
THE committeeman shook his head ur.
banely and put his finger to bis lips. Then
he pointed down the line. 1t seemed to
be endless.
"Still they came. platoon after platoon.
Left left left leftl "a steady, rbyth-
mic tread, punctuated now and then by
the clinking beckle Of pair OF iron shod
crutches.
"Some OF the marchers wore empty coat
sleeves pinned upon the breast. Some of
them marched with difficulty. None OF
them glanced up at the balcony where the
guest of the city stood. They moved
straight onward, as il they were marching
to q combat.
"The President sighed. Il did not know
there were so many OF them, he said,
"On they came-leftl leftl left! left!
thousands, tens OF thousands, hundreds OF
thousands OF Union veterans, And every
few minutes hoarse cheers went up from
The crowd OF spectators that lined the way.
The cheers we're no longer for the man on
the balcony or for 1888. They were for
The bullet ridden. tsttered, ragged, aud
blood stained battle flags that we're born
by. and for the memory OF the battle years
IN the sixties.
"The minutes seemed hours to the Pres
dent, and the hours seemed an eternity,
while he stood and viewed the paraders,
who paid no heed to his presence. At last
. welcome sound relieved his ears, weary |
II the monotonous tramping. He heard
he rumbling OF wheels. The Yelled |
prphetI somebody shouted, Here be
,omesr
"As the massive car approached, drawn
BY a score Of white horses, the cheering |
below became continuous. The guest Of
he city leaned over the balustrade, the
better to see the pageant. The car was
handsomely decorate with flo RS d |
,unting. On the summit Of the constfuc-
ion stood q single figure, man wearing
IS veil over his face the flag OF the
United States.
"The car stopped just opposite the hotel
ntrance. The Prophet slowly moved the
ell that had concealed bis features and
TODD face to face with the President. He
aid nothing. but stretched bis arm forth
nd pointed with a most significant ges
ure to the loug line OF veterans ahead,
heir backs nov all turned to Grover
,leveland. all marching steadily away
rom him into the distance.
THE President recognized the Yelled
'rophct. 1t is George Brinski. my sub
tituter he mnrmured. He turned away
nd awoke. II bad been bad dream"
con n EgpONUENCY